Let Not The Roses Be Withered Poem by Muhammad javed zeshan

Where are the gardeners, the roses are withering?
In the heat of selfishness in the beat of firing
No where I can see the medicine found
They all are helpless their death is bound
Will there be one who care the seeds
I can see only the peasants of weeds
Was it message of Christ or of God?
Killing of innocents under the fraud
Who will care for the guardians of future?
Will the victims be slaughtered as an adventure?
Rise, fall, fall, and rise they cry for feed
But the voice answers nothing they need
Look look two more ones have got feathered
For God sake let not, the roses be withered